Joyce Leigh

Ah, the sweet, sweet singing of the whip-poor-wills. Surely one of the most innocent, purest birdsongs one can know, plaintive and perfect in the clean morning light.

Unless, of course, you happen to live near the decayed New England village of Dunwich. Unless, of course, you have seen the mad fires blazing from the ancient stone circles atop Sentinel Mountain. Unless, of course, you remember the horrible events of seventy years ago and happen to be familiar with the name “Whately.”

Then the singing of whip-poor-wills isn’t so sweet and their patient waiting anything but innocent…

Impetuous Lady Martha and her sister, Lady Julia, are shy country girls, come to London to be presented to Society by their Aunt Maybelle, the Duchess — and, if the Duchess has her way, to marry well. However, the plain-spoken sisters are ill-prepared to cope with the circumspectly courteous demands of city life and High Society.

Will Lady Martha survive her encounter with Lord Peter Thornham with her reputation intact, or will his rakish reputation soil another family’s good name?

Can quiet Lady Julia rescue her sister from the fate that awaits her, with the aid of the foppish Lord Edward Toffington? Will the London social scene ever be the same? Will the Duchess?

After all, once one’s reputation is already in tatters, one may do and say as one thinks…

The small English town of Iping is just a waystation on the main road to Port Braddock. Nothing ever happens in Iping. Not in the dead of winter with the snow thick and crisp on the ground. Not with the wind howling and the ice crunching underfoot. Not until the Stranger came with his thick dark glasses and his head wrapped in bandages. Not until the Invisible Man arrived.

H G Wells’ The Invisible Man is one of the true classics of science fiction, as frightening and fresh now as it was when it was first written. For there is terror in doors that open with no one behind them, in footsteps in empty halls, in a touch in an empty room. And for Griffin, the Invisible Man, in the discovery of what it is to be both powerful — and powerless.

Miss Cordelia Marsden, having recently lost her father, finds herself unable to continue to live alone. In desperation, she writes to her Aunt Catherine. Little did she know that this would lead to the happiest days of her life, for on the train to London she meets Lord William Lynton, and before the trip is through, she finds herself…kissed by a stranger!

We have done it! We have reached beyond the fragile shell of Earth! Men and women walk and live on the surfaces of Mars and Venus and the dark of the moon glitters with the lights of cities! We have done it! We have changed the face of worlds! The only thing we have not changed — is human nature. And growing up is never easy.

Even on the Moon.

Holly Jones, fifteen, born and raised on Luna, has her course plotted–she’s going into spaceship design with her partner Jeff Hardesty (“I am not romantic about him, we’re simply partners”). But the Earth-Moon shuttle brings a wild card named Ariel Brentwood, and Holly watches her plans deflate like a leaky space suit.

Delapore. A name with a history. A history of unspeakable atrocity; a history of black arts; a history of hatred, and terror.

Delapore. It’s just a name, now. In this case, it is the name of a man returning to England to reclaim the lands of his family. The name of a man who knows the skeletons in his family’s closet — or so he thinks.

Delapore. Surely it is possible to outlive the past. Surely it is possible to outrun one’s ancestors, to outrun history — to outrun fate. Surely a man’s destiny lies in his own hands, and not in the misdeeds of men a hundred generations dead.

Come away with us now to the far off future days of 1985 AD, after men have landed on the moon! When Space Marshal Rory Rammer, and his sidekick, “Skip” Sagan, guard the rule of law and the rights of the innocent from the skies of Earth to the orbit of the moon!

A longtime fan favorite series comes to CD with five thrilling episodes. Hear our intrepid Marshal and his eager young Cadet as they navigate the inner solar system in their rocket ship, the “Silver Star,” matching wits with space pirates, a mad French scientist, a bloodsucking alien from beyond our galaxy, an asteroid miner, and … a television production company.

“How’d yew like to be livin’ in a town like this here Innsmouth, with everything a-rottin’ an’ dyin’ an’ boarded up! Things crawlin’ an’ bleatin’ an’ barkin’ an’ hoppin’ around black cellars an’ high attics every way ye turn? Hey? How’d yew like to hear the howlin’ night after night from the Esoteric Order o’ Dagon hall an’ know what unholy things is doin’ part of the howlin? Yew think this old man’s crazy? Well, sir, let me tell yew that ain’t the worst! That ain’t the worst! That ain’t the worst!”

There is something wrong in the decayed seacoast town of Innsmouth. Something wrong in the crumbling buildings. Something wrong in the cold deep waters.

Before Pearl Harbor, before the war in Europe became a World War, Robert A Heinlein considered the consequences of an unrestricted arms race. He foresaw the possibility of a “cold war”, a time of tensions and uncertainty with both major powers possessing doomsday weapons – and increasingly itchy trigger fingers.

We approached the brink of nuclear war in 1962 – and stepped back. Witness now the prescience of the Dean of Science Fiction, who saw it coming in 1941. Follow a chain of events extraordinary, leading to a problem unprecedented – and a Solution Unsatisfactory.

There is a river that flows through the misty landscape of imagination, seeping up through the rocky earth high in the Appalachian Mountains. It winds southward through the foothills and the piedmont: It tumbles past the fall line, widens and deepens, and then meanders across the coastal plain until it finally reaches the gulf of Mexico.

And all along its length the great river inspires stories to tease listeners into wonder, or send a shiver down their spines.

These are the tales from the Dark River.

For the first time, hear original stories created by Dark River Writers, Atlanta’s professional association of fantasy, horror, science fiction and mystery authors.

This collection is lovingly dedicated to the memory of Thomas E. Fuller, a longtime member of the group, and the one who gave us our name.

Founded in 1984, ATLANTA RADIO THEATRE COMPANY is an Atlanta, GA based non-profit promoting audio drama in all its forms and offering learning opportunities in voice acting, audio production, marketing, live sound, and other aspects of dramatic audio.